LOGIN"Then maybe you need to find a way to forgive yourself. Because right now, you're punishing yourself more harshly than he ever could.""I deserve to be punished!""Maybe. But not like this. Not by destroying your own life." Mei pulled her into a hug. "You made a terrible mistake. You hurt someone you loved. But Aria—you're not a terrible person. You're a scared person who made a bad choice. And you need to figure out how to live with that."Aria clung to her mother and cried. Great, wrenching sobs that felt like they were tearing her apart."I don't know how," she whispered. "I don't know how to live with this.""One day at a time. One hour at a time. One breath at a time." Mei stroked her hair. "And with help. Professional help. Promise me you'll call the therapist number I'm going to give you.""Mama....""Promise me. Or I'm not leaving this hospital."The threat was absurd but effective. Aria pulled back, wiping her eyes."Okay. Okay, I promise. I'll call.""Good." Mei cupped her f
ARIA'S POV Aria stood in the shower, letting the water run over her, and couldn't remember if she'd already washed her hair or not.Day five. Five days since she'd left the estate. Five days since she'd seen his face. Five days of this endless, suffocating pain.She'd promised Marcus she'd take care of herself. Had promised her mother she'd try to heal. But every small action....eating, showering, getting dressed....felt like climbing a mountain with weights tied to her ankles.What was the point? Her mother was recovering beautifully. The treatment had worked. Mei would be discharged next week, fully healthy, with a future stretching out before her.Mission accomplished.Except Aria felt like she'd died to achieve it.She turned off the water and stood there dripping, staring at her reflection in the foggy mirror. She looked like a stranger. Hollow eyes. Sunken cheeks. Bruises under her eyes so dark they looked like shadows.She looked like grief personified.Her phone rang from the
Aria sat beside her mother's hospital bed, holding Mei's hand and trying to smile like everything was fine.It wasn't working."Stop pretending," Mei said, her voice stronger than it had been in months. The treatment was working miracles. "I can see right through you, baby girl.""I'm not pretending. I'm just....I'm tired, Mama.""You're heartbroken. There's a difference." Mei squeezed her hand. "Talk to me. Really talk to me. Tell me what's going on in that head of yours.""I don't know where to start.""Start with how you're feeling. Right now. This moment."Aria was quiet for a long time, trying to find words for the emptiness inside her. "I feel like I'm drowning. Like I'm underwater and I can see the surface but I can't reach it. Every day I wake up and think maybe today will hurt less. But it doesn't. It hurts the same. Or worse. And I don't know how to make it stop.""Do you want it to stop?"The question caught her off guard. "What?""Do you want the pain to stop? Or do you th
"I want my friend back." Julian sat in the chair across from his desk. "The one who doesn't fire people for bringing him the wrong coffee. The one who doesn't cancel meetings with major investors. The one who doesn't look like a ghost.""Maybe that friend is gone.""Bullshit. He's in there somewhere. Buried under all this pain and rage. But he's there."Damien finally looked up from the contract he'd been pretending to read. "Why are you here, Julian? What do you want from me?""I want you to admit that you're destroying yourself. That this....." He gestured at Damien, at the office, at everything. "This isn't sustainable. You can't keep going like this.""Watch me.""For how long? A week? A month? A year? How long are you going to punish yourself for loving someone who couldn't trust you?"The words hit like a physical blow."I'm not punishing myself. I'm protecting myself. There's a difference.""Is there? Because from where I'm sitting, it looks like you're doing to yourself what s
ARIA'S POV - Day Three, MorningAria stared at the ceiling of her mother's small apartment, watching the morning light creep across the plaster, and tried to remember what it felt like to want to be alive.Three days since she'd left the estate.Three days since Damien had walked away from her in that greenhouse.Three days of existing in a fog so thick she could barely see through it.Her phone buzzed on the nightstand....Marcus again, probably. He'd been calling twice a day, checking on her, bringing food she couldn't eat, trying to coax her back into the world of the living.She wasn't ready yet ,so she ignored it.What was the point? Her mother was alive and recovering beautifully....moved to a regular room yesterday, the doctors amazed at her progress. The Vitalis Radix treatment was working exactly as Damien had promised it would.Damien. Even thinking his name hurt.She forced herself to sit up, her body still sore from their brutal final encounter. Every movement reminded her
"But she didn't love me enough to trust me," Damien continued, his voice dropping to a whisper. "That's what kills me, Julian. I loved her enough to forgive anything. And she didn't love me enough to believe I'd help her."Julian was quiet for a long moment. Then: "Maybe it wasn't about not loving you enough. Maybe it was about not loving herself enough to believe she deserved your help.""Don't." Damien's voice was sharp. "Don't make excuses for her. Don't try to make this about her issues or her trauma or her fear. She made a choice. Every single time, she chose to lie to me. To steal from me. To betray me. That was her choice.""You're right. It was." Julian moved closer. "But you also made a choice. You chose to let her keep lying. You chose to wait for her to come to you instead of confronting her directly. You chose to play games instead of just telling her you knew and offering to help.""I wanted her to trust me!""And she wanted to save her mother! You were both so busy prote
For a long moment, Damien just looked at her. His eyes traveled over her body slowly, deliberately, taking in every detail as if committing her to memory. The weight of his gaze was almost tangible, making her hyperaware of every inch of exposed skin."Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" H
The afternoon passed in a strange haze. Aria returned to her room, intending to rest as Damien had commanded, but sleep was impossible. Her mind wouldn't stop spinning.She pulled out her laptop and tried to focus on research, mapping out the greenhouse locations, studying security protocols, plann
She was finishing Damien's room when Mrs. Chen appeared in the doorway."Sarah, there's been a change to today's schedule. Mr. Blackwood called. He wants you to bring lunch to his office at noon, but then you're to take the rest of the afternoon off."Aria blinked. "Off? Why?""He didn't say. Just
Aria made it back to her room in a daze, her body still trembling, her mind spinning.Three orgasms. He'd given her three orgasms in two nights without taking anything for himself.It should have made her suspicious because men didn't do things without expecting something in return. But Damien seem







